Chapter 30

Jifeng smiled as he opened the suitcase and gently turned it towards the two men.

At first, the two men looked at the opened suitcase with some confusion, seeing a liquid crystal screen embedded in the lid. The screen displayed the headquarters of S.M Company, which was also where everyone was currently located.

However, as the scene changed, Li Xiuman's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his facial muscles twisted in anger. The screen now showed Li Xiuman's residence, with four surveillance cameras clearly capturing the entire building, even showing his wife on the sofa making a phone call.

This was a set of top-of-the-line military remote-controlled explosive devices that Jifeng had bought for 150 dragon coins from a stall at a market in the 21st century the night before. He had quietly run to Jin Yingmin and Li Xiuman's homes and the S.M Company in the early hours of the morning to deploy them.

Li Xiuman's chest heaved with anger, his eyes glaring at Jifeng as if he wanted to devour him alive. If it weren't for his age and the fact that he couldn't possibly beat Jifeng, he would have pounced on him and bitten him to death.

Jin Yingmin, however, frowned and looked for a long time but couldn't see anything different. He then coldly said, "What can I represent? You just know Director Li's home. We've seen many people like you. You're not welcome here. Please leave immediately, or I'll call the police."

Jifeng laughed and shook his head lightly, saying, "It seems you didn't work hard enough in the military. Otherwise, you would recognize this as a remote control device. Director Li, if you don't believe me, you can press the A5 button, and you'll see a scene that will satisfy you."

At this, the two men's eyes widened, and they quickly looked at the keyboard below the screen. It wasn't the layout of a laptop but a dense array of forty buttons labeled from A1 to D10, each glowing green, as if representing something.

The thought of bombs, and so many of them, made the two men's legs go weak. Even Li Xiuman, who had experienced many storms, was at a loss for what to do.

At this moment, the scene changed again, switching to Jin Yingmin's home. Now, Jin Yingmin also realized that his home had not escaped the threat of the bombs.

But giving up the contract with S.M. was not something they were willing to do, even if it meant modifying it. After all, it was all about money.

In fact, Jifeng had no choice but to resort to this method. They didn't know him, and they wouldn't change the contract just because of his words. So, he had to scare them into compliance. If they thought it was fake, Jifeng didn't mind demonstrating his 20-year-old explosive technology, which would turn their homes into rubble without harming the innocent.

Seeing the two men's lost and helpless expressions, still unwilling to give up their control over S.M., Jifeng shook his head.

He reached out, turned the suitcase back to himself, and muttered, "I remember A3 is the kitchen. How about I demonstrate the kitchen for you? I don't like this method, but since you want to see fireworks, I'll have to satisfy you."

The terrified Jin Yingmin and the other man loudly said "No" just as Jifeng turned the screen back to them and lightly pressed the A3 button. On the screen, there was a loud explosion at Li Xiuman's home, a ball of fire shooting up into the sky. The explosion's power completely destroyed the kitchen wall, and the shockwave traveled dozens of meters, knocking down trees in the yard as if hit by a hurricane. Despite the intense explosion, it didn't affect the neighbors, but the sight of the instant destruction made the two men realize that Jifeng was not joking. The scene was too horrific to bear.

The neighbors were unharmed, but the glass in Li Xiuman's home was shattered. Li Xiuman felt a slight sense of relief when he saw through the surveillance that his wife, though frightened, was unharmed and ran out of the living room in a panic, looking as agile as she did in her youth.

Li Xiuman was so scared that he fell to the ground, and Jin Yingmin was drenched in cold sweat, too afraid to even wipe it away.

At this moment, both men were thinking about how to escape this demon. If possible, they never wanted to see him again, or even hear his name.

Still in disbelief, Li Xiuman quickly took out his phone and called his wife. As soon as he connected, he heard her terrified sobs, confirming that Jifeng was not joking. He looked at Jifeng with renewed fear.

"Alright, alright, we'll give up the S.M. contract. Are you satisfied? You devil, stop it now." Li Xiuman, trembling with fear, sat on the ground, his eyes filled with sorrow and pain. Encountering someone like Jifeng, who acted without following any rules and had such powerful abilities, he knew he couldn't fight back. Even using force was out of the question.

Someone who could deploy so many bombs and choose where to detonate them couldn't be acting alone. There must be a team behind him. If such a person found out he was in danger, it would be a disaster, not just for him but for his entire family. How else could he have obtained all their personal information?

Looking at the damaged house, Li Xiuman's old eyes welled up with tears. It was too tragic and humiliating. This was a disaster from the sky. He hadn't provoked them, so why were they using his home as a test site? The repairs would cost a lot, but no, the whole place was full of bombs. He needed to move, and immediately. His family would leave that night.

Jifeng shrugged and smiled, "I'm sorry, but you didn't believe me without a demonstration. So, I had to use it as a test. Of course, if you don't want the remaining 39 buttons to be pressed, I believe you know what to do, right? I won't let you work for nothing. The S.M. contract can be changed to an 80-20 split. They get 80%, you get 20%. They should have less work, not more than 8 hours a day, 40 hours a week, and two months of paid vacation each year. The profits for this year will be split according to the new ratio. Get to work, and I'll supervise. I trust you won't tell them, or I'll come back."

As he spoke, Jifeng smiled, closed the suitcase, and placed it in front of him, sitting down and smiling at the two men.

Jin Yingmin and the other man finally dared to wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads, but their legs were too weak to stand. Seeing the silver suitcase in front of Jifeng, they felt as if they were sitting on a pile of bombs, which was true. They hadn't forgotten that the building was also rigged with bombs.

Li Xiuman, who had more experience, calmed down after a few minutes. Looking at Jifeng, who was drinking his slightly cooled coffee as if nothing had happened, he felt powerless. He grabbed the phone on the conference table and called his secretary, "Bring nine artist contracts and the company seal. Notify S.M. to come to the meeting room in half an hour."

Xu Xian, who had been worried and distracted downstairs, made several mistakes during training. The dance teacher, seeing her distracted, had to pause the training and was about to talk to her when the phone rang. After listening, the teacher announced that S.M. should come to the meeting room in half an hour.

When the nine members of S.M., with mixed feelings, knocked on the meeting room door and entered, they saw Jifeng leisurely drinking coffee, while Jin Yingmin and Li Xiuman looked awkward and forced smiles. In front of them were thick stacks of new artist contracts, and the original contracts were on Jifeng's side of the table, with pens ready.

Seeing the nine members, eight of them looked surprised, while Xu Xian's round face glowed with a red flush, her eyes filled with surprise and joy. Jifeng smiled at her, "I had a friendly discussion with Mr. Jin and Director Li. They are very reasonable and want to sign new contracts with you. Please review them and sign if there are no issues."

After greeting Jin Yingmin and the others, the nine members took the new contracts from the secretary. As they read, their eyes almost fell out. Was this really the new contract? It was too good to be true. Compared to the old one, it was almost the opposite. The company was practically working for free, with only a meager 20% share, making it hard for the company to break even, let alone the many holidays.

Kim Tae-yeon looked at Jin Yingmin with doubt, "President, is this really our new contract?"

Jin Yingmin's smile was as bitter as it could be, but he still had to force it, "Yes, Tae-yeon. As the leader, you should manage the team well. The company won't force you to do anything, but we hope you don't neglect your studies."

Kim Tae-yeon, filled with joy, immediately signed her name without hesitation. Such a good contract would be foolish to refuse. The others also signed the new contracts, each taking a copy, looking at Jifeng with admiration and joy, and left the meeting room with a nod from him.

After the new contracts were signed, Jifeng threw the old ones into the suitcase and left without another word. Just as he reached the door, he stopped and turned to Jin Yingmin and the other man, smiling, "Thank you for your cooperation. I hope this ends here. If there are any negative consequences due to your actions, you'll know the consequences."

Watching Jifeng disappear from their sight, the two men let out a long sigh of relief. A moment later, they looked at each other, their faces contorted as if they had lost a loved one, and a few tears squeezed out.

However, just a few minutes later, they suddenly jumped up, quickly took out their phones, and called their families to tell them not to return home. They also ordered the secretary to give the entire company a day off. Only then did they remember that Jifeng had left, but the bombs were still in place. They cursed Jifeng in their hearts, wondering why he hadn't removed the bombs after changing the contract.